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by Angelkisses386 Nov 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
It scrapes, it cuts, it frees my soul I bleed, I cry, I've already paid the toll It scratches, it grinds, it makes me free I scream, I shout, I'm doing it now, see? It breaks, it hurts, it leaves me with scars I shiver, I stumble, I've escaped the bars It drops, it drips, its done me some good I stop, I die, I lay against the wood Its the weapon, its dangerous, its a blade I'm motionless, I'm weak, now look at the mistake I've made
by Mona
Excellent. I love it. Very emotional :(